i linger
in your fiberglass impression
ignoring the itch
as i nestle
in the last bits of you
that still stab my ventricles
with loss

i linger
because if i stop
dust myself off
accept you’re gone
i don’t know if i will ever
pick the shards of myself
back up

i linger
in the swirling dreamcloud
that sounds like you
whispering
you love me too
in the faded echo
of a closing door